The rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down

In rushing, rising, rivlets

'Til the river crept out of it's bed

And crept right into Piglet's

Poor Piglet he was frightened

With quite a rightful fright

And so in desperation

A message he did write

He placed it in a bottle

And it floated out of sight...

And the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down

So Piglet started bailing

He was unaware atop his chair

While bailing he was sailing

And the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down

And the flood rose up, up, upper

Pooh too was caught and so he thought

I must rescue my supper

Ten honey pots he rescued

Enough to see him through

But as he supped up his supper

The river supped up Pooh

And the water twirled and tossed him

In a honey pot...

The rain is just pouring buckets outside... so much for gardening ever again. Sigh. I do like the rain... but where's the balance? Afterall, this isn't Seattle or anything...